We differ like the moonbeams from lightning.

Hark
The Harold angel sings out
In the dark of night
For me to stop choking the skylark
Alright
But if a dog's bite let's blood
Well he can fetch a dead bird
Like a spud in the mud
I hit the rooftop
With a thud
When the angel's dropped me
From the heavens onto Wuthering's height
Which made each and every wrong right
And with eyes white
I wept black tears
'til it blurred my sight
And kept back shears
With pains, from neck veins
To count dust by the speck
And measure sand by grains
Which doesn't keep away the migraines
But at least it helps me sleep
Long nights every day it rains

Because the wailing of the trains past the moors
Is like ghosts trailing their chains through locked doors
Spectres who've been wrecked with locked jaws
Under sheets, it rocks gauze
In the streets it crawls on all fours
Here's to rubbing the dirt in the bedsores
And praying on broken knees
To either virgins or whores
Whichever you please, only to appease the man up-
Stairs, if he cares, if he's holding your hand up...
It might get chopped off
Or lopped off
Held lazily over the cliff and dropped off
And a...........................
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Shouldn't you remember that i breathe through you
Kill my only child, then i grieve through you
How is it to know you've been deceived?
You used to have an awful lot to say

Shouldn't you remember that i breathe through you?
Kill my only child, then i grieve through you
How is it to know you've been deceived?
You used to have an awful lot to say...